"Spencer. I would never hurt you; I'm your mother."
Blood. There was so much blood. The thick liquid gushed uncontrollably from her chest. It covered her hands, her sweater, no matter how hard Mary pressed the wound. All the eyes in the dark room couldn't stop staring at the blood, regardless of what Mary said.
A scarlet pool was beginning to form beside Spencer, and as she looked vacantly into Mary's eyes, her mother's eyes, the pain began to vanish. The agonising sting that stretched across her shoulder and chest was fading. Her eyes searched for him. Spencer needed to find him. Despite everything that had happened, despite the blood that was trickling down her side, despite the darkness beginning to shroud her vision, he was the one thing she could think of.
Before the cloud of black sucked her under, Spencer managed to murmur the name. The name that comforted her in the chaos.
"To-by." The disjointed word lingered on her tongue for a moment before she was suffocated by the blackness.
"Spence…" "No…" "Spencer, you can't…" "Call 911…" "We're going to loose her…"
The girls scrambled to call an ambulance while Mary attempted to awake her lost daughter from an unforgivable sleep.
Blood. There was so much blood. The thick liquid soaked his shirt and spilled from his forehead. Disorientated, Toby lifted his head from the steering wheel and looked for answers to his countless questions. Ahead of him was a muggy fog arising from the engine of the truck. To his left the window had been smashed and glass was scattered across the dashboard. Behind him was the daunting scene of their belongings spewed across the mud track. But to his right was a heartbreaking image of his fiancé, unconscious, her delicate face plastered with yet more blood.
An ambulance siren sounded and Toby was snapped back to reality. All of a sudden, he felt a horrible pain in his heart. She was who he was meant to be with. Why didn't he pull her back when she left? She was the one.
"Spencer. It's you." He ignored the throb in his head, and the agony in his rib. He thought about her.
His eyes didn't move from Yvonne's limp body as she was wheeled into a separate ambulance to him. Despite his feelings for Spencer, he couldn't deny the fact that he loved her. She had always supported him and made him feel comfortable in difficult situations. She had stood by him when he made the decision to move from Rosewood, and forgave him when he bailed on her on the night of Hanna's disappearance. The night of Hanna's disappearance. The night she could have died. The night that any one of them could have been killed. This game was serious. A.D was willing to kill. His burning pain in his chest deteriorated as he sat up suddenly. He needed to find the girls and make sure they were safe; something about this night made him queasy, and it wasn't the obvious concussion in his head.
The paramedic pushed him gently back down on the gurney and pulled an oxygen mask over his face, assuming he was still disorientated. The blood was still leaking from his head and he knew that soon he would pass out from blood loss. He was right.
All of a sudden, the soothing voices of the paramedics became slurred and inaudible. His eyelids began to feel incredibly heavy and he drifted into a carefree sleep.
"She's not breathing. Why isn't she breathing?" Aria's voice was shaky and concerned, and her eyes conveyed deep fear. When nobody answered her and continued either talking to the ambulance and police, or crying and attempting to control the bleeding, she began to stroke Spencer's hair.
"You're going to be fine, okay? You're not going anywhere. Don't you dare leave me. I'm not loosing you tonight, do you hear me?" Salt water welled in her eyes and throated to spill down her pale face.
"I'd like to report a shooting. Yes, there is one victim. I'm Alison DiLaurentis. Her name is Spencer Hastings. Jenna Marshall. Yes, i'm sure. Look, my friend is on the phone to the ambulance, so can we answer questions at the hospital? Thank you. Yes, Rosewood General Hospital. Bye." Alison finished her phone call with the police and rushed to Spencer's side. The two of them had always had issues, but she couldn't bear to see her like this. She was her cousin. How had she not realised sooner?
"Please hurry, I don't - I don't know how long she's got left."Tears spilled down Emily's face and neck, her voice stammering. How could this be happening?
Hanna was silent. She sat next to Spencer, holding her hand and not uttering a word. Her eyes were fixated on Spencer, and suddenly everything clicked. Spencer was in love with Caleb, and she felt guilty about it. Hanna realised that is wasn't Spencer's fault, and she secretly blamed her for Caleb leaving. Now, her best friend was lying on the floor, bleeding out, and she probably thought that Hanna blamed her for everything. She never had a chance to tell Spencer that she valued their friendship, and that she never, ever wanted to loose her. But it was too late for all that now. Too late.
Don't worry guys, i'm not gonna kill off Spencer. Happy reading! xx